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Ronni McIntosh Jul 2014
I feel it here among us, aching swell of time

departing, creating, folding

tucking away old memories

like used up wash cloths

wiping clean, minds meant for tomorrow

Or are you like me and so many,

we feel this gasping and fading breath of the past

as the world around us pulls away?

the great and imposing field,

life-time, life-past

looming mercilessly in our dreams.

Those who did not wish to be left to eternity

are kept forever in the dream-art

of philosophs.

Are we as well meant to perish under the heaving push

of human expansion?

I wouldn’t think so!

This calamatus nature, it cannot help but grasp

at it’s own beautiful creation,

such that we all are.
Ronni McIntosh Jul 2014
Sister-love, I cannot say how it should

move alone, though all else with it imparts

upon two.

These two beings from the same growth,

molding each other lovingly so that

they might see more clearly

themselves.

Earth-love, for what else should I love but you.

The one, being so generous in all causation

and particulates,

becomes mother and executioner to all at once,

unending.

Friend-love, laughing joyous rapture.

You cannot know me for all my secrets,

but why should it matter? I do not learn

your own.

The only rubric enough for this profession,

is silence without companionship.

Food-love**, oh you speak pleasantries to my body.

Such a tactile energy, emmersive motions!

life

recycled and recycled and recycled, as it was

once for you as well, ever infolding in on itself

in perfect ingestion.

Our movements have fed each-other, in such a

base and satisfying way!
Ronni McIntosh Jul 2014
Bones are hard, hearts soft

But when old bones become soft

Buried in the ground

Beating hearts above grow hard.
Ronni McIntosh Jul 2014
You laid down and went to sleep

and did not wake up

betrayal couldn’t keep you

                                                      -

How many years were you gone

misty-eyed in dreams

pretending to love others

                                                      -

I don’t believe for one wink

that any lady

danced through you the way she did,

my lovely grandmother Ray.

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